I wish Glee was mine, but it isn't. *sad face*

And also, I would like to thank xXxShannahBunnyxXx for her (I hope it's a her, if not, then sorry! :-/) awesome reviews and pointing out just how crazy I am. But after thinking it over, I thought of some responses as to exactly why I said some stuff in earlier chapters that didn't really make sense…(because hey, I really don't want to change the story so these are excuses for why stuff happened). So here goes:

Jeff's mom did die, but he still texts her phone because it makes him feel like she was still there and that someone did care about if he lived or died or didn't come home. Jeff's dad, however, doesn't know that, so…yeah.

And Nick, being clueless, forgot he had had his phone in his pocket when he woke up because the entire experience (being beaten up by his "best friends") was traumatic and he's just a forgetful person.

So I hope that makes sense. If it doesn't…well, tell me and I will rewrite those parts to make it better.

Now, after this ridiculously long AN, I give you chapter 3!

"Kurt? Is it really so bad if I like boys? Because they're the same as girls, but with dicks instead of boobs and a vagina," Nick ventured timidly.

Kurt laughed. "No, it isn't so bad. We know boys better, it would make more sense."

"Yeah, and the fucking Bible never said being gay was a sin." They were in Kurt's room. It had been almost a week since the attack, and Nick was feeling loads better. They were discussing why the boys had attacked Nick and the pros and cons of being gay instead of insulting American Idol like usual. "Fuck, for all we know, Jesus was gay for…for Simon-Peter or whatever."

Kurt laughed again. "True, true."

Nick sighed. "Whatever."

"Hey, dudes," Finn said, poking his head in. "Dinner's almost ready, Mom wants you to come down."

"Coming, Finn."

"Hey, Kurt?"

"Yeah, Nick?"

"You like Blaine, don't you?"

Kurt hesitated before nodding.

"Okay, good. You'd be cute together. And-God, I am a hypocrite, Jeff was right."

"You like Jeff, don't you?"

Nick didn't answer because he didn't know. Did he like Jeff?

Well, duh.

Cue Mental Jeff entrance.

You do like Real Jeff.

Hey Mental Jeff, you can go to hell with the rest of the fags, okay?

I'll only go when you do.

Well…I…shut up!

Meanwhile across town, Jeff was also talking to himself. Well, not quite talking. He wrote it down-not quite a journal, but close enough.

What do you want in life?

Jeff thought for a moment before picking up another pen and writing down what he thought.

Hermione Granger and a rocket ship?

Not Draco Malfoy, you, Jeff.

Well, to be accepted at school and home, for one.

And for my dad to not be such an asshole.

Good answer. Now, tell that to him.

You obviously have mental issues.

At least I'm not talking to myself.

Jeff sighed and put the pens up. It was true-he was talking to himself, no matter if it was out loud or not.

"Jeff!"

The blonde winced. His dad was obviously angry tonight.

Why? Jeff didn't know.

How? Alcohol.

What to do?

There was nothing he could do. If he hid or ran, it would only get worse. So he decided to wait it out.

The door slammed open. "Fag," his dad greeted coldly.

Jeff knew better than to speak, but he thought of his responses.

Nice to see you too, Dad.

"Hope school was terrible."

Jeff nodded, avoiding his father's eyes.

"Good."

And you're only adding to that, you know. You should be the leader of the Warblers, not Nick. Because Nick cares. You don't. Just like the rest of them. Like the KKK, except for homophobes-whether the members are white or not.

"Jeff, you are supposed to look me in the eye when I'm talking to you!"

Slap!

The first blow. Jeff was thrown off the chair and to the floor. He always preferred to be attacked at home, simply because he could land on carpet. It softened the blow-not much, because the carpet was thin, but it was better than the tile or lockers at school.

"Fag. You're the reason your mom is dead. It's all-" Kick. "-your-" Kick. "-fucking-" Punch. "-fault!"

Jeff sat there on the ground and took it. But when he heard the sound of metal hitting plastic, Jeff sat up to see what was going on.

His dad held the big kitchen knife, still stained with his mom's blood, and was aiming it at Jeff.

"Dad!"

"SHUT UP!"

The knife flew and Jeff rolled out of the way. He scrambled up as his dad reached for the knife drunkenly.

Jeff looked around and, in a moment of indecision, decided to jump out the window.

Better than facing him.

"Well, Nick, I'm glad you're feeling better," Carole said warmly.

"Thanks, Mrs. Hudson."

"Yeah, I'm glad too. Cause you're really cool, you know?" Finn said, reaching for the mashed potatoes. "And that poke at Karofsky the other day was awesome."

"It was true, though," Nick whispered to Kurt, who giggled.

"Totally. I mean, Karofsky isn't even-"

"Kurt."

"Sorry."

Burt smiled. They were almost like Nick's family, except Nick's the preppy rich boy whose parents were never around. But he fit right in, like he was born to be next to Kurt. Not romantically, of course, but you know. Like brothers.

Finn reached across the table for the butter, but Carole slapped his hand. "Finn, offer the guest some first."

"But Mom, he practically lives here," Finn protested with a mouth full of potatoes.

"Finn."

"Mom, its butter-"

"Finn Anthony Hudson, you offer Nick some potatoes right now."

Kurt and Nick threw a glance at each other, knowing that Finn wouldn't be happy about that.

Finn sighed angrily and handed Nick the bowl of potatoes.

"Nick, do you want any potatoes and butter?"

Nick laughed and nodded, watching Finn's face fall. "I won't take too much, Finn, don't worry."

Finn cracked a smile and Kurt giggled obnoxiously (for lack of a better word). Nick "accidentally" elbowed Kurt boy while serving himself some potatoes.

Dinner continued, Finn still griping about having to offer Nick everything, Kurt laughing at his step-brother's annoyed faces, and Nick taking small helpings to appease Finn and monitoring just how much Kurt said and did.

Just like always.

Soon after dinner, Kurt and Nick were back in the formers room. "I still think Simon should come back to American Idol."

"Definitely."

Suddenly, Kurt's phone rang. "Hello?"

"Yo, Kurt. Guess what."

"Hey, Wesley. What is it?"

"Sterling jumped out a window. I was walking by-cause I have to go by his house, ya know-and he just jumped out."

Kurt's eyes widened and Nick looked on curiously. "What?"

"Yeah! I heard this crash-"

"We just looked up and he came flying out-"

"David, Wes, what do you mean he jumped out?"

"What?" Nick whispered. "Who jumped out of what?"

"Like he was being chased by a demon. Maybe he's dead."

Kurt's stomach churned when David and Wes started laughing at the idea that their classmate, no matter how much they 'hated' him, could have died in front of their eyes.

"Jeff," Kurt mouthed to an impatient Nick, whose eyes widened in surprise.

"What-"

"We'll talk tomorrow, okay? And stay away from Duval."

"Wes-"

Kurt looked at the phone when he heard a click, noting that Wes had hung up on him.

Jeff sighed shakily, his chest pained and scrapes on his arms. He heard his father yelling drunkenly out the window, but he didn't care. He'd go back in when his father stopped shouting. Or maybe, Jeff thought wryly, he'd never go back in. His father would never accept him; his mom was gone-what was the point?

He tried to obtain the will to get up and run, get out of here-

That's when he heard laughing.

"Hey, fag!"

Oh, fuck.

Nick stood up. "What the hell?" he demanded angrily.

"Jeff jumped out a window and Wes and David saw and they hope-not think, hope-he's dead!"

Nick's stomach churned uneasily. Jeff…the blonde who had saved him from near death…nearly dead himself?

"Ku-Kurt!-"

"I'm texting Blaine."

"Kurt, we have to-what if he-" Nick was starting to hyperventilate. "Jeff-"

Kurt put his hands firmly on Nick's shoulders, shaking him to calm him down. "Damnit, Nick, Jeff doesn't need you to freak out."

Does he need me at all? Nick wondered.

Of course he does!

You don't know that!

I do. He gets you, remember? You said so yourself!

"Kurt, we have to go-"

"I know, come on, let me get the keys-"

"Kurt, he needs us!-"

"I know, Nick! Shut the fuck up, where are my keys-"

"Jeff-"

"That's it. You like him." Kurt stopped running in the middle of the hallway and Nick nearly shoved him down the stairs.

"Kurt, if you don't fucking get your keys-"

"Admit it, you like Jeff!"

Nick cringed. "He-he gets me-I admire him-there's a huge difference!"

"Nick, stop lying. You like him."

Nick glared at Kurt. "Well, if we don't fucking hurry, there isn't going to be much left to like!"

Kurt rolled his eyes and rushed downstairs. "Get in the car."

Jeff looked up in horror as Wes and David came closer.

"Fag."

It was worse, now, because Jeff knew that they were sober. His dad (kind of) had an excuse-Wes and David did not.

Jeff hung his head as they inched closer.

"Drive faster, Kurt!" Nick nearly shouted.

Kurt took a deep breath and tried not to scream at Nick. "I'm driving as fast as my dad lets me!"

Nick glared at Kurt. "Well, drive faster! Wes and David obviously didn't leave, so-"

"I know!"

"Did you finally realize you weren't worth it?" Wes demanded.

"Finally decide you aren't good enough?" David continued.

David nudged the blonde's hand with his foot before stepping on it harshly.

Jeff cried out, feeling his bones break.

"You finally realize that no one cares?"

I realized that a long time ago.

"Drive fucking faster, Kurt!"

"I'm trying!"

"There! There's Wes's car!"

David looked up suddenly from where he was jumping on Jeff's hand like a trampoline.

"Shit! It's Kurt!"

"Maybe he's here to help?"

David glared at Wes. "You're an idiot. No, seriously, he's friends with Duval-"

Jeff, through his painful misery, heard Nick's last name and perked up as much he could without letting Wes and David know he could hear them.

"-they're gonna help the fag!"

"Kill him!" Jeff heard his dad call. "Kill him, no one cares about him!"

Jeff was starting to believe it, too. Until he heard Nick's voice.

"JEFF!"

Nick saw in horror that David was jumping on something where Jeff must have been, and Nick hoped with his entire being that it wasn't Jeff's head.

Nick wasn't heartless. People seemed to believe he was, but he wasn't. Even if he didn't have budding feelings for the blonde, he hated to see someone that he saw almost every day being beaten to the brink of death by someone he was supposedly friends with. If it had been David Karofsky, or Santana Lopez, or Principal Figgins-

Well, maybe not Figgins. Nick hated the old man. However, no one was stupid enough to attack him, so that could be disregarded.

Point is that Nick would have saved anyone. But it was because he really, really felt bad for the blonde that he jumped out of the (still moving) car to run and punch David in the face.

INTENSE…but to be continued!

BTW I love cliffhangers! :-D

And what the hell is going on with Jeff and his mom's story? Any guesses? I love all the reviews I get (even though I don't usually reply to any of them)!

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